abandoned dogculled from the cold of мамочка’s stomachin Moscow streets,with vodka-muddy paws and arum-stained tongue rough from asphalteasy to find and unlikely to be missedunnamed dog,hunter of flesh and bone (a desperate form of violence)you bear the sins of all street dogsof dreaming for more.
in the cloying wintersyour neck cranes to the sky in a howlto a moon who has never listenedyou prowl like the silver lining of a knife Soviet scientists chose to use Moscow strays since they assumed that such animals (beasts hunters violators beggars) had already learned to endure conditions of extreme cold and hunger.
they gave you a name in exchange for the stars.
